Spitfire Chapter 10

Cold Shoulder ~ “What have you done, Barbara?” “Nice to see you, too,” I said.  “No Hello, no Has it been two years already?” “I won’t hear a word of that, Barbara.  I have nothing to say until you tell me.  Why are you in prison?” I swept my eyes around, seeking an escape from … More Spitfire Chapter 10

Spitfire Chapter 9

Heat Coming Down ~   “Why the fuck didn’t you lawyer up?” Dick said.  “C’mon, Barb.  Don’t ever say a thing to the police without a lawyer.  Don’t even breathe too loud without a lawyer.” I stood still, watching Dick pace across his hotel room.  “I didn’t need one,” I said. “Yes you did,” Dick … More Spitfire Chapter 9

Spitfire Chapter 7

Wildfire ~ My trench coat was clinging to my middle—belted too tight, though I had no room to adjust it—and my boots were new and still stiff.  My helmet was too large, and my breath hissed through the mask.  I held a rifle in my hands for the first in a long time, some Heckler … More Spitfire Chapter 7

Spitfire Chapter 6

Tender Loving Care ~ Something was beeping.  For a moment I’d thought someone was torturing a squirrel next to my ear, but I figured it was probably beeping.  I opened my eyes and immediately closed them.  Sun.  Or something else too bright.  No, it was a ceiling, glaring down at me like I’d done something … More Spitfire Chapter 6

Spitfire Chapter 5

Overheating ~ I started carrying the gun around a lot more.  When I got out of the shower, I had it in the pocket of my robe.  When I slept, it was hidden under the covers.  On the second day afterward, someone knocked on my apartment door, someone with the wrong address.  I had the … More Spitfire Chapter 5

Spitfire Chapter 4

It Can’t Be Love ~ “You wanna tell me that again?” Dick said. I stared down at my boss, trying not to blink.  Instead of a desk, Dick was seated on the bed of his hotel room, but our casual setting did nothing to calm either of us.  “Let me rephrase that,” Dick said.  “Tell … More Spitfire Chapter 4

Spitfire Chapter 3

Slow Burn ~ Watching a house in broad daylight was probably the most boring thing I’d ever done—and I knew boring; I’d been in the Navy.  It was a nice house, certainly better than the apartment where I grew up, but mired in ritzy suburbia where the most exciting development was Jehovah’s Witnesses at the … More Spitfire Chapter 3

Spitfire Chapter 2

Love at First Sight ~ Earlier I hopped off the bus and trudged through the cold drizzle toward my apartment, gloved hands stuffed into my pockets.  And there he was again—the man on the bus had followed me, matching my steps like he was my shadow.  I sighted him in the side mirror of a … More Spitfire Chapter 2